Patterns

exchanging vows at a church on a sunny day
in the October of my junior year
I was back in school on Monday
Peroxide
She’s like a clean window,
so easy to see right through
Fragile as the glass that breaks,
the fragments draw the blood from you
The glass that shatters
so violently when provoked
by the pressure of an iron truth,
the damning of an unsettled doubt
You are naked by a window,
broken into pieces,
all that anyone can see
is the cut and bloodied skin
While they’re holding one another,
a sorrowed song is sung
ringing through the ears
of anyone who hears the screams
I’ve got a cold heart,
hardened as a stone,
because stone is the only thing
that can’t be torn away from me
I’ve got a blind line of sight,
because hindsight burns my eyes,
and I am seeking out
the comfort of a worn conclusion
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